I took the children swimming at Metfield pool yesterday afternoon. The water was freezing! Only Sloane seemed to care. Soren spent the entire time doing his "backflip" and zooming around floating on his back in a life jacket. Reese and Quincy enjoyed the freedom of being stong swimmers (I am beyond thrilled to be able to use that description for Q, this year!) and stayed almost exclusively in the deep end. Sloane clung to me for dear life and screamed like a pterodactyl with an occasional "I want my warm! I cold! Mom! I cold! No water, get me my warm!" Any time someone splashed her. I reassured her of her safety and tried to play and practice strokes with Corbin, but after about 40 minutes I think everyone in the pool had had it with the shrill screaming. Haha! Oh well. We got out and watched from the sidelines, snuggled under towels on a lounge chair. Sloane ate half a bag of pirates booty and some pistachios.
And then there's Corbin. That kid played. And played and played and played and it delighted my mother heart to see him play so hard for 2 hours straight. He went down the slide over and over again, and made friends with everyone in the pool. A grandmother and I took turns tossing a rubber ball into the pool to the kids who would race to catch it. And when it was time to go, Corbin had finally stopped moving and was found looking quite comfortable in a lounger he managed to Tom Sawyer his way into, while supervising it's owner eagerly gathering up all the pool toys.
Oh summer. Our bodies are tired tired tired st the end of each day, and our calendar isn't looking very empty like I had hoped, but our brains were SO ready for this break from homework and tests and deadlines. I'm really thankful for the time to just play together.
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